Not having to practice what you preach
Missed the staff meeting today. As opposed to “a staff meeting”, this was one that was scheduled, announced, catered. Breakfast for the starving masses. Because, in the real world, there are always bigger priorities.
Our telephone system had developed a limp. The specialists in the schools that depend on reaching out (as the ads used to say) let me know that all was not well in their world – back on Thursday past. And I relayed the message to the support firm, and then we waited. Not much happens on a weekend. Or on a Monday. Today, the rapid response team came, with laptops and briefcases and warnings. Lots of warnings.
Never power down a *NIX server. Not even if you think it is off. The message became repetitive, if not redundant, when one of the two qualified (replete with polo shirts) visitors reached over and powered down the *NIX server. Come on… it’s a religion, and you never practice what you preach.
I’m old enough to understand the situation. As long as the server comes back up, and the system responds with all the usual bells and whistles, then life is good. And it did. And it is. Yes, I missed the staff meeting (although I was able to scoff a muffin in the kitchen, after the fact). I wonder if anyone even noticed.
Son #2 is removing. Or moving. Or something that involves a lot of lugging and opening/closing of doors. His new apartment awaits; all that was missing was the furniture. That will soon be resolved. I took a bit of static about the lack of tools around here (there used to be lots of tools, ante-children.
